Thomas Osborne Davis

(14 October 1814 - 16 September 1845 / Mallow / Ireland)

Thomas Osborne Davis Poems

1. Clare's Dragoons 10/13/2010
2. O'Brien Of Ara 10/13/2010
3. The Dugannon Convention 10/13/2010
4. The Flowers Of Finae 10/13/2010
5. The Girl Of Dunbwy 10/13/2010
6. The Green Above The Red 10/13/2010
7. The Penal Days 10/13/2010
8. The Right Road 10/13/2010
9. The Surprise Of Cremona 10/13/2010
10. The Vow Of Tipperary 10/13/2010
11. We Must Not Fail 10/13/2010
12. The Lost Path 10/13/2010
13. O'Connell's Statue 10/13/2010
14. Orange And Green Will Carry The Day 10/13/2010
15. Our Own Again 10/13/2010
16. Oh! The Marriage 10/13/2010
17. My Grave 10/13/2010
18. Lament For The Death Of Eoghan Ruadh O’neill 10/13/2010
19. A Song For The Irish Militia 10/13/2010
20. The Battle Eve Of The Irish Brigade 10/13/2010
21. The Sack Of Baltimore 10/13/2010
22. The Welcome 10/13/2010
23. The West's Sleep 10/13/2010
24. Tipperary 10/13/2010
25. Blind Mary 10/13/2010
26. Love And War 10/13/2010
27. Tone's Grave 10/13/2010
28. Nationality 10/13/2010
29. Celts And Saxons 10/13/2010
30. Fontenoy 10/13/2010
31. The Boatman Of Kinsale 10/13/2010
32. The Geraldines 10/13/2010
33. My Land 10/13/2010
Best Poem of Thomas Osborne Davis

My Land

I.

She is a rich and rare land;
Oh! she's a fresh and fair land;
She is a dear and rare land--
This native land of mine.


II.

No men than her's are braver--
Her women's hearts ne'er waver;
I'd freely die to save her,
And think my lot divine.


III.

She's not a dull or cold land;
No! she's a warm and bold land;
Oh! she's a true and old land--
This native land of mine.


IV.

Could beauty ever guard her,
And virtue still reward her,
No foe would cross her border--
No friend within it ...

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Celts And Saxons

I.

We hate the Saxon and the Dane,
We hate the Norman men--
We cursed their greed for blood and gain,
We curse them now again.
Yet start not, Irish-born man!
If you're to Ireland true,
We heed not blood, nor creed, nor clan--

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